my wolves.

i run with wolves,
warriors with softly resilient hearts
i hold hands with heroes,
my hesitant fingers bound in theirs
because they give me the strength
to rise above the fire
to run among the pines
to break glass ceilings 
they teach me how to be patient
they show me how to be
brave

– ashley jane

she sees your truth.

she belongs with the wolves of winter,

a pack of restless souls bound in spirit,

their gypsy hearts beating in sync

with the rise and fall of a mystic moon

they are truth and purity housed behind

a stubborn love and piercing eyes

they are the wildflower warriors,

all brilliant beauty

with the power to see beneath

all the masks you wear

– ashley jane

she’ll devour you whole.

she runs with wolves

in wildflower gardens,

dresses up your pretty petals

in her favorite shades of black

(she’s addicted to the way the night bends)

she has no use for shallow souls

who play masquerade to hide their poisoned roots

she is power and strength,

blossom and bone,

a lioness in eden with magic in her eyes

and war on her tongue

– ashley jane